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Page 4, Terrace Bay-Schreiber News, Wednesday, September 12, 1984 Gilling Dn. -- The Terrace Bay-Schreiber News is published every Wednesday by: Laurentian Publishing Co. Ltd., Box 579, Terrace Bay, Ontario. POT 2W0. Telephone: (807) 825-3747. . See MANAGING EDITOR....... eee eee ergs oe Lynne Badger BPHE ' ADVERTISING SALES. .........0200ccsceeececneuees . Vivian Ludington ADVERTISING SALES......... we eeeeeeneeeceeneeeeees Sandy Scollard 'is > PRODUCTION MANAGER. ..........--- errr ..+»Mary Melo 7 hinkin oa _ DEADLINE: Friday NOON : : cn 'Subs¢ription rates: $12.00 per annum (local); $18.00. per annum (out-of-town). Second Class Mail of Winter With Terrace Bay and the rest of the people of the North Shore getting ready to turn over the gardens and put away the lawn chair for anoth- er year, we here at the paper thought it would be nice to extend a welcome to each and everyone of you to come and visit. This winter Anchor | when you have nothing to do and the snow is too deep to stroll down the beach, why not drop down to the "dungeon" and visit. We will give Registration No. 0867. Gu. J you a free coffee and you give us a great commun- ity story, and you can say "Hi to our friends', you saw one of them last week in the paper get- ting the smarts by read- ing The Terrace Bay Schreiber News. So what do you say, come by, maybe you have an old family recipe that you would like to see in print or a pattern for a sweater that will . take someone like me, ten months to make, and before we know it, sum- mer will be here again and I will have my » sweater finished and you will have given to a worthwhile cause, the survival of the commun- ity paper. So put on your old thinking caps and we will be waiting here (we are "Always" here) for you, come December when the snow starts to fly. And remember this when you are heading south to Toronto on Highway 17 there is some sort of spirit in the air or ground just this side of North Bay, just ask me; I will tell you. "I ain't afraid of no Ghost."' No Final Farewell rev. barry m. fellinger As the time for His crucifixion drew close at hand, Jesus spoke words of comfort and reassurance to His friends. "Do not let your chearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many man- sions; if it were not so I would have told you. I . am going there to pre- pare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. (John 14:1-3)." As be- lievers in Christ we hold onto that promise and look forward to the day when we shall be with our Lord; fellowshipping with Jesus through the ages of eternity. The disciples did not even have to wait that long however. That glad resurrection morning was just around the corner, when they dis- covered to their joy that Jesus had indeed con-' quered death and the grave. Their hope then was to have Jesus re- main with them and set up His Messianic king- dom; "Lord, are you at this time going to res- tore the kingdom to Is- rael?". But again Je- sus' plans were differ- ent from men's ex- pectations. "It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority."' Then He ascended in- to Heaven before their very eyes leaving them rather dumbfounded. But the angels who ap- peared to them told them that '"'this same Jesus who has been taken from you into hea- ven, will come 'back in the same way you have seem Him go into heav- en." : The disciples were be- ginning to understand an important truth of the Christian life. The truth, that for believers, good- byes are never final. It began with Jesus' asc- ension and promise of return - it will end in those mansions in the Heavenly City of which He spoke. Stephen un- derstood this truth as he was martyred by the maddened crowd. He saw his beloved Lord stand up to receive him: "'But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. "Look,"' he said, "I see heaven open and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God." His earthly good-bye to Je- sus was not the final one. Nor was it the final farewell to fellow dis- ciples. They all, through martyrdom or natural death would be reunit- ed with Stephen and with Jesus. The Apostle Paul un- derstood this also. He wrote that to live is Christ, but to die is gain. He expressed how he was torn between the two, but realized that our earthly sojourn here is so short in compari- son with how long we will be in eternity. He knew too, that when- ever he did become "ab- sent from the body, present with the Lord," he would still one day again be with all those he had ministered to and loved. So he could write in I Thessalonians 4:13 that believers do not sorrow as those who have no hope. Christ gives us a glorious pro- mise of reunion. Looking beyond the immediate and temporal to the infinite and the eternal puts things in a com- pletely different per- spective for the believ- er. For the true Christ- ian lives in both worlds; the immediate and the eternal, He lives in the here and now, and yet his hope is beyond that, secured in a heavenly realm. This enables the believer to realize that good-byes to brothers and sisters in Christ, whether in relocating, or death, are never final. So it is that Beth and I must say a temporary good-bye to the many dear friends here in Ter- race Bay-Schreiber as the Lord leads up to pre- pare for eventual miss- jonary service over- seas. I will be returning to school for at least a year in Peterborough to pick up my B.Th. and B.R.E. degrees. After that, Lord willing, we will be teaching in one of our P.A.O.C. Bible Col- leges overseas. We have enjoyed our time here in this lovely country - even the win- ters, and have enjoyed meeting and making many new friends. I'm certainly thankful for the opportunity I had to serve 'on the Commun- ity Corrections Board and for the chance to teach the Grade 1s and 2s in Schreiber reli- gious education. I know that I will certainly miss being with those boys and girls on Wednes- Folk tale follies day afternoons, even as Beth and I will miss so many others whom we have come to know and love. We thank you for giving us the privilege of getting to know you. But remember: good- byes are never final! For you who are believers - we shall see you once again! For you who are not believers, we pray that you will become so, that we may see you in eternity. as well. We pray that you too will accept Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour, and be born again, as He commands us, and thus enter the kingdom of heaven. You will then realize as well, that in the Christian life, good- byes are never final - only temporary! "Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about these who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We be- lieve that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen. asleep (died) in Him. Accord- ing to the Lord's own word, we tell: you that we who are still alive, who: are left till the coming of the Lord, will certainly. not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord Himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archan- gel and with trumpet call of God, and the dead - in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. There- fore encourage each other with these words. (I Thess. 4:13-18, N.LV.) "See you soon (etern- ally speaking), Love, Barry and Beth Fellinger There's a book out right now dy/ex-husband knows the. gu and Jimmy Swaggart to absolve two fingers. that deals with one of my favour- ite human foibles: the folk tale. You're familiar with the folk tale? I'll tell you the most abiding, enduring and annoying folk tale I know -- although I almost don't want to bring it up, for reasons I'll explain later. In this tale (which has been murmured to me at least a dozen times) a cement truck driver makes an unexpected stop to pick up something at his house in the middle of a working day. He finds an unfamiliar Cadillac parked in his driveway. Suspicious, he tip- pytoes into his own house, hears the unmistakeable sounds of fun and games emanating from the master bedroom and pon- ders his options, vengeance-wise. Does he burst into the bedroom . and confront the couple? Leave his wife? Join a monastery? No. He tippytoes back to his cement truck, angles it up beside the Cadillac so that the delivery spout will sit nicely in the open Cadillac window, and hits the "Pour" button. That's your Cement-Filled- Cadillac classic folk tale -- al- though I have heard "Oldsmo- bile" used in a downscale varai- tion. The point about the Cement-In- The-Caddy story is that whoever tells you, swears that it's true. Their brother knows the truck driver! Or, their cousin saw the Caddy when they towed it away, for crying out loud! Should you suggest to the raconteur that ummmm, gee, the story sounds just a little too good to be true, the raconteur gets hostile. Which is why I have mixed feelings about telling the tale -- because I know that no matter what I say from here on in, I'm going to get dozens of letters from irate readers saying "No, stupid. That story really happen- ed in Hamilton/Windsor/Winni- peg/Vancouver/Toronto! I know! Because my _ brother-in-law/ cousin/second aunt/best bud- who ..."' And so on. But that's the way it goes with folk tales. People want to believe them so much, nothing as puny as the truth stands a chance. Ask Proctor and Gamble. Baek about 1980, word started going around among the gullible that the Proctor and Gamble trade- mark, which is a kind of Hal- loweenish man-in-the-mocn sur- rounded by 13 stars, wasn't a trademark at all. It was a symbol . of Satan. It proved that P&G was just selling toothpaste and laund- ry detergent and floor wax as a cover. What the company really was, was in league with the devil! . Dumb, right? You'd have to have the I.Q. of a seed potato to fall for that. Well, in one month of 1982, Proctor and Gamble's swit- chboard fielded fifteen thous- and phone calls from people asking about the rumour. Proctor and Gamble finally had to get people like Jerry Falwell f the corporation in their Sunday TV sermons. They responded, assuring their flocks that Proctor and Gamble was = spiritually squeaky clean and not Satanically inclined. Lot of other folk tales around: The mouse in the pop bottle. The puppy in the microwave. The human thumb in the tuna tin. Which brings us to The Chok- ing Doberman, title of a book about such tales, compiled by Jan Harold Brunvand. The title refers to a story in which a woman arrives home from work to find her pet Doberman gasping and hacking on the kitchen floor. She rushes him to the Vet, who knocks him out, goes down his throat and pulls out... ... a pair of human fingers. The police are called. They search the woman's house and find, whimpering in the closet, a would-be burglar, clutching one of his hands with the other -- a hand that is very bloody, and shy " That is the Choking Doberman story -- and according to editor Brunvald, it's been around longer than Dobermans have. He traces it back to ancient Welsh legend, which he boils jown to: "Dog saves child 'from serpent; father sees dog's bloody mouth, thinks dog has killed child; kills dog. Child is subsequently found safe and sound, beside the mangled corpse of serpent."' The auld Welsh dog was a 'Good Guy -- just like the Dober- man of more recent vintage. Also like the choking Doberman, the Welsh serpent slaying never hap- pened. It just made a good story, that's all. That said, you better pick up a pair of scissors and cut out this column.' That way you'll have something to bring out at the next cocktail party when someone comes up and says ... , "Speaking of dogs, did you hear the one about the choking ' Doberman?"'